Something around those lines Chapter 2

Ok well this is chapter 2 of something along those lines, i am making this now a series of short storys why you might ask... because my booksie account is being a meanie face and wont let me post the other chapters... so i hope this works lol enjoy

Submitted:May 22, 2011
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I didn't get any
sleep, so my brain feels like mush, I was paranoid a man will eat
me. But I have work and I need money, so off I go! Work as always
is a drag. And since I feel like a ton of rocks is on my
shoulders makes it so much better.

"Jessica!" the
manager calls. She's close still not my name though. "I need you
to go to the back and get ice. The ice is empty in the soda
machine." Fast food restaurant; worst job ever.

The freezer is
freezing, why are they so cold? The ice stings my hands as a drag
the bag to the machine. I honest to god haven't a clue how to do
this; so I just stand here acting cute. The manager walks over
and glares at me and works her magic. Wow I wish I had that kind
of skill, putting ice into a machine will come in handy in life.
Ice in a box… useful…

"Thanks," I
mutter.

"Jessica…" she
begins. "You're nice, you have a good positive attitude. But
you're just, really useless to our working area." She smiles
sadly.

"So I'm fired?" I
say, and she nods. "Okay, since I no longer work for you, I can
say: my name is Jesslyn not Jessica. Your hair is frizzy, your
nose is really big and you're a bitch." I rip off the smock and
toss it at her. She fired me, I didn't know what I was doing, and
no one taught me. So it's her own fault.

I storm out of the
crappy food place and sit on a bench in a park nearby. Well I'm
not tired any more. I stride over to the swing set and swing by
myself, just like in elementary school. By myself…

I smile slightly
and swing a tad, not too high. I don't want to look like an
idiot. A breeze sweeps my hair, plays around with it then
releases it. I can't believe I was fired again. This is the third
time this month. First the ice cream parlor, then the maid at the
motel, and then the stupid fast food joint. Three of the easiest
jobs in the whole freaking world!

There is something
immensely wrong with me.

I'll save you
soon. i glance around, what was that? it was like someone
just whispered something in my ear, but no one is near. i whip my
head in multiple directions but no one.

"Hello?" i
croak.

"Jessy!" someone
calls. I look up. Ah, my good friend Blake it was probably him.
He's cute, he's sweet, and he's single! Also my very close
personal friend. Blake's long black hair is in a pony tail, he
keeps it like that because he works with cars. He's sixteen yet
he looks like he's in his twenty's. Since sixth grade, we've been
the best of friends.

"Hey." I stare at
him. His shirt was covered in oil.

"What's up,
buttercup?" he smiles a big toothy grin, his teeth are very
white.

"Well I got fired,
again." I shrug.

"Oh!" he messes up
my hair. "Don't worry about it. Just wasn't the job for you." He
has perfect olive skin. He's so cute; he could totally be popular
at school, except he won't talk to any of the popular people at
school. He wouldn't even date Britney Shay when she asked! She's
blond, rich, and has brains, he's totally an idiot.

"Oh, and my brother
came, and scared the crap out of me." That makes him laugh. I
look at my hands.

"What's wrong?" he
asks and stops laughing immediately.

"My dad wants me to
be a doctor or something. So guess what happens to my dreams of
becoming a writer?"

"Your father
doesn't have anything to do with what you are when you're an
adult. It's not his choice," he says his voice soft and steady. I
smile weekly.

"Thanks," I
whisper. I look over at him, his big beautiful brown eyes staring
out into another world. He really is gorgeous. My heart flutters
a little bit. I'm fortunate to have him as a friend.

"You ever wonder if
there's a place better than this?" he asks his voice low, like
someone might hear him. I swallow. "If there is I want it. And if
I find it I'll take you with me." I flush.

"Thanks," I mutter.
His eyes still are looking out into the emptiness around him.
He's a dreamer; he sometimes runs up to me and tells me his
wildest dreams. But he never tells me what he day dreams about.
Not once. But he always looks happy wherever he is, he grins like
a fool and laughs like the most hilarious joke has been told, and
even talks to someone.

"Thanks," he
whispers looking at me from the corner of his eye.

I blink. "For
what?" why so sudden? I didn't do anything. Did I? Why am I so
nervous?

He closes his eyes
and smiles shyly. I gaze at him; strands hair from his pony tail
fell in front of his face. I delicately brushed it out of the
way.

His eyes snaps open
and he flicks his head in my direction. "What?" he asks.
Confusion scribbled on his face. Oh My Gosh; did I seriously just
brush hair out of his face? Did I seriously just do something
from a sappy chick flick?

"Uh… There was
something on your face and it… um…Annoyed me, so I got rid of
it…?"

Worst. Lie.
Ever.

He laughed. He's
laughing at me. I feel like a brainless stick that has been
snapped in half that's going to be thrown into a pit of fire.
Yeah not the best metaphor. I bite my lip because I'm too stupid
to do anything else.

"Hey," he chuckles.
"My brake is almost over, I'll pick you up later, and we'll see a
movie." He stands to face me and squats down to see eye to eye
with me. "Bye-bye Jessy."

"Bye." I whisper.
He messes up my hair like old times then sprints off to work. Day
two of summer, filled with fun in the sun, no job, no school, and
a totally awesome best friend. A perfect summer.

I feel a warm tear
roll down my cheek. I can't I'm such a screw up. I get up slowly
I can feel my whole body shake. I walk back to the stupid fast
food restaurant and get my bike. I pedal slowly back to my house
to face my dad and tell him that I lost my job.

This time he wasn't
angry, he just rolled his eyes and told me: if I want to
accomplish anything in my life I should try and at least stay
with something for more than a week… blah blah blah…

"He wanted to say
'hi' but came at the wrong time," I whisper in her ear.

"Jess," my mom
calls. "Blake just called he'll be here in twenty minutes." She
looks like she just struck gold. "You should invite him to
dinner!"

"No!" I say way too
quickly. "We are going to the movies and maybe get something to
eat, so maybe some other time."

"Oh you're going on
a date!" she squeals. "What are you going to where?"

"Cloths?" I say. I
know exactly where she's going with this.

"NO! You have to
look nice! I have a cute outfit just perfect for-"

"Mom he's just a
friend!" I bellow. I stand up shoving Kalena off of me. I can
feel my face burning up. I stand mortified, I actually stood up,
showing that I took her teasing to heart, and so she will never
let it go.

"Oh go get ready!"
she titters. I rush up the annoying stairs, so my messy room.
Change out of my sweaty cloths in to something else, maybe
something a little cuter.

I hear someone
downstairs, Uh-oh! I dart down stairs. My mom was chatting
happily with Blake. He's being polite, like he always is with my
parents. I stand at the bottom awkwardly as the awkward part of
the conversation.

MOM: So where are
you taking my daughter?

Blake: Just to the
movie's (Laughs nervously)

MOM: really! What
are you going to see?

Blake: Whatever's
playing I guess…

MOM: Oh! Well just
make sure it's not a horror, she won't sleep for a week!

Me: …

"So, are you coming
back tonight?" she asks.

"Mom, it's only
five I'll most likely be back before eight." I grab Blake's arm
and drag him out before she can humiliate me anymore. He glances
at me his cheeks burning bright as mine.

"That was awkward,"
he says. He messes up his hair. "So to the movies?"

"Yeah." I stride to
the rusty pickup truck he drives. "Can I drive?"

"No," he says
bluntly. He's the safest driver ever; he won't ever let me drive.
I don't have even a permit. I don't have a permit because my dad
won't let me get one, or even let me get behind the wheel.
"Fine," I sigh and get in the passenger. I wait ten minutes till
he thinks everything is in check. "Everything is fine!" I call
over and over. He won't listen, he needs to make sure: the wheels
have the right amount of air; the mirrors are in perfect
position; and everything else possible.

"Just want to be
safe," he explains. The boy who works with cars knows the damage
that can be done I guess.

"Sure."

"So no scary
movies?" he puts a pouty face on.

I studded for a
moment, "Yes." I cross my arms and glare out the window. Grate
now he's going to make me see a horror movie just to see me
scream… he is such a jerk, a-

Wait… we just
passed the movie theater. I look at him in question, he does
nothing, just keeps driving. I grab on to something, I think he's
zoned out!

"Blake!" I scream
over and over. He won't flinch. Lights? A car Oh My God!
"BLAAAKEE!!!"

"What?" he asks.
Realization crosses his face, he swerves to the other side of the
road, and stops the car. I rip my seat belt off and shoot out of
the car. "Jess!" I ignore him. He grabs my hand and pulls me
close to him; my eye's hurt with tears.

"You could have
gotten us killed!" I snap. "You idiot! I don't care if you zone
out in school, or at work. But don't you ever zone out with me in
the car!"

"I'm sorry, I'll
take you home," his voice was just under a whisper. My hands
tremble, I'm infuriated, my head throbs, and everything
hurts!

"No, I refuse to
get in a car with you," I screech. I shake his arm off me, and
storm off.

"What's your
problem?" He yells back stepping in front of me.

"My problem? Are
you seriously asking that? Where driving then all of a sudden you
head off to lala land and what happens next? An eighteen wheeler
almost kills us! I'm going to be just fine with that." Blake, his
face was a red color, he was mad as I was.

"I can't control if
that happens or not! It just happens okay!" he takes a deep
breath. "I'm sorry."

"No, Blake, I'm
sorry." I step around him.

"Why are you always
so uptight around me?" he asks. The color in his face was back,
but his face was crippled, like he wanted to cry. A twinge of
guilt panged in my stomach. "You never invite me to your house
anymore, or come over to mine. Do you hate me?"

"No, it's not that
I hate you… did you just call me uptight?" he raised his
eyebrows. "I don't hate you."

"Right," he
mumbles. He looks at the ground upset and embarrassed. He never
acted like this before, if he's upset he goes home, he never
shows his sad face to me. I don't know what to do…

"Blake…" I begin.
He groans and turns to his car. "I'm sorry…" I whisper but he
doesn't hear me. He starts the car and leaves me.

"FINE! LEAVE, SEE
IF I CARE!" I scream. I turn in the opposite direction in the
path we came from.

He left me…

I wont ever
leave you, it was the hissing voice as before...

Hey! i just want to thank all my fans an people who just stop bye
to read a bit well heres the next chappy!
http://www.booksie.com/fantasy/short_story/justme626/something-around-those-lines-chapter-3